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Here I Go Again
04:55
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Well I had a dream the other night that you were in my bed
I was dancing ‘round you just like a fool
I wouldn’t let you get no rest
But you just smiled and laughed and pulled me close
And kissed me on the head
The next day I was with you, you pulled your pants too high
And you walked around like normal, just like any other guy
Well with your belt around your chest you made me laugh so hard
Laugh so hard I cried
(Chorus)
Here I go again
I love you, you’re my best friend
Well I make it damn impossible to love a girl like me
Sometimes I get so down on myself, not sure what it is you see
But you stick around, you’re stubborn babe
And that’s how you’ll always be
Well even if we never found a way to work it out
I don’t care because that’s not what honest lovin’ is about
Oh yeah I’m here for you forever
And don’t you ever have no doubt
(Chorus x2)
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2. |
Home Cookin'
04:46
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Home cookin'
Home cookin'
When those dyin’ leaves have blown away
And the city streets are all but bare
I pack my bags for a couple’a days
The railroad man collects his fare
That city baggage bound to weigh me down
Gotta split to save my hide
Then I know that I’m gonna go on that
Train bound for the country side
I see bonfire smoke as I walk up the drive
The old, shot-out Ford in the yard
The smell of pot and apple pie
Our old dog on the porch, keeping guard
Pops hands me a beer, I kiss ma’ on the cheek
By the old piano in the living room
Then I know that I’ve come back home when I
Play a few chords, make sure it’s still tuned
I come around around the holidays
We’ll dust a record off and hope it plays
When it’s good and done, I wanna get me some of that
Home cookin’ gonna warm my soul up right
Home cookin’ tonight
Home cookin’ gonna warm my soul up right
Home cookin’ tonight
Home cookin', home cookin'
Home cookin', home cookin'
When it’s good and done, I wanna get me some of that
Home cookin’ gonna warm my soul up right
Home cookin’ tonight
Home cookin’ gonna warm my soul up right
Home cookin’ tonight
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3. |
Another Memory
05:31
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I never could write a song for her, and I always wondered why
Stumped on scribblin’ lovely rhymes, and that full moon in her eye
Leaves me starin’ at an ink pen, distracted by a smile
“C’mon we got more memories to make,” ain’t got memoirs, we got miles
A ditty ‘bout a honky tonk & whiskey jars
We could write ‘em all night long
Rather take that time doin’ the things that we do
Than have another country song
Instead of stretchin’ for a song to sing
That page lay folded in my pocket, blank
Maybe make it to Dakota, bump the radio and cola
And her love fillin’ up the tank
(Chorus)
Take time to write that old love song,
Then you blink your eyes and your lover’s gone
I’d sing the words, but they’d come out wrong,
Her tune bouncin’ ‘round my head all along
Like a boot print stomped in the dirt,
She’s heard the songs of all the ways that I’ve been hurt
So I’d rather kick off these boots and see,
A new way to swim towards another memory (another memory)
Found I didn’t need to write no love song,
But find a lover that’ll make me sing.
And we’re belting out every chorus this life’ll bring…
(Chorus)
So there I was on that old back porch, thinkin’ I had writer’s block
Sun soaked with the style of her smile, while acoustics start to rock
Get rich quick ditties on the radio, a steady risin’ of our stock
That I’ll never cash in, so long as you make my knees knock
(Chorus)
So I didn’t need to write no love song,
I found a lover that makes me sing
Now we’re belting out every chorus this life’ll bring...
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4. |
Coffee in July
05:16
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5. |
The Sun
06:44
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I've been looking for someone who makes me feel the way you do
And now that I've finally figured it out
I don't have eyes for anyone but you
No one else can compare whether you're near or you are far
Doesn't matter what they say
Doesn't matter who they are
(Chorus)
You, you are the one. You are the moon. You are the sun
And you are the gentlest breeze rippling through my hair
Making me feel at ease
And when your fingers touch against my skin
There's no way to describe the love that I'm in
You light a fire, you take me higher and higher
I felt it from the start, since your wrapped your arms around me
And fixed the pieces of this broken heart
But I locked it away with all the other parts of me that are weak
And all the other things I'm scared to say
(Chorus)
And when your fingers touch against my skin
There's no way to describe the love that I'm in
You light a fire, it's burning brighter and brighter
(Chorus)
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6. |
What I Really Get to Do
05:00
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There's an old abode on a winding road and the grass ain't mowed
From the crisp clean air to the sun that shines that made it grow
And now, times are strange, times may change
But as of today I'm scribbling this blank page
Singing to the sky "This is what I really get to do?"
I left some shots unsunk, well more than a few
‘Til she racked ‘em up, knocked me straight like a solid ‘ole pool cue
Even all the bricks in the Great Wall to try and count the ways
Can only hope to sink the 8 Ball if ya’ got four quarters to play
I got sick ‘a writing sad songs ‘bout my whiskey worn out shoes
Must be doin’ somethin’ mad wrong, paintin’ only shades of blue
Didn’t take long to shed her light, and the spectrum colors flew
Like a gong rang to aim my might towards more virtue, more virtue
(Chorus)
Well she gave me some lovin’, and then she gave me more
Loved on me so damn much, it sure ‘nuff left me sore
Ain’t nothin’ quite as powerful like a love that’s new
You mean this is what I really get to do? Spend my time with you
You mean this is what I really get to do? Spend my time with you
No more need in makin’ up imagined songs to sing
Damn sure knocked that mattress off the ‘ole boxspring
Steal away with me now, let’s tear off the dusty trail
Across the ‘ole ravine now, on the cross-ties and rusty rails
(Chorus)
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My little lady loves me, tells me all the time, she’s a keeper
He picks some bluebells, pop another bottle of wine, so I feel sweeter
Another worker offers her to buy her a drink, I know it’s alright
Hot Toddy on his tab, but you’re the one who’s bringing me home tonight
Yawn, we wake up early
Cook some fried eggs runny,
Look I see it’s sunny, love
You’ll be my honey all day
All day honey love, all day honey love
Come make some honey with me
You’re my only Queen Bee
And in the day I work beside the rest of the hive, I may not love it
They make a racket down in B35, I live above it
And we don’t want the neighborhood to suspect, we keep it low-key
We can rendezvous, relax and connect when it’s smokey
I'm so glad I found Honey Comb
I will surround you
Buzzing to the sound of love
You'll be my honey all day
All day honey love, all day honey love
Come make some honey with me
You’re my only Queen Bee
Every kiss you give, and every kind word is the sweetest
I been at home makin’ hexagons like a nerd, they’re the neatest
So what about those ugly rumors I heard? You know they’re not true!
That you been flyin’ around with some hussy bird. I’d never hurt you!
I'm so glad I found Honey Comb
I will surround you
Buzzing to the sound of love
You'll be my honey all day
All day honey love, all day honey love
Come make some honey with me
You're my only queen bee
All day honey love, all day honey love
Come make some honey with me
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8. |
Soul Mechanic
06:54
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On a riddled rainy day now, on the mountain; old Flat Top
In Western Carolina, just watch the temperature drop
And the days about as short as my temper to rise up
Muster up some motivation and brew a cup
Been performing poorly, but pause before you panic
Just need a soul mechanic
I know a guy named Worley, he’s got all the schematics
He’s a soul mechanic
I been thinkin’ lately, that I greatly need a change
My oil’s thick like quick sand, like a tar pit in my brain
My alignment’s pullin’ ditchward, and I can’t stay in my lane
Check engine lights like an ambulance parade
Hey there now Worley! I’m morally meltin’ down, my mind is manic
I need a soul mechanic
We'll get to town surely, take Cane Creek then cut left at the paddock
Keep calm, less erratic
Don't know how much further I can drive
On these bald tires, a few more miles
Wipers slappin' side to side
My windshield's blinded, too much fog to see, oh to see
Hey there now Worley! If the problem’s miniscule or titanic
Got a soul mechanic
Gotta hum your own tune, if the radio’s all static
A new antenna, ain’t automatic
Don't know how much further I can drive
On these bald tires, a few more miles
Wipers slappin' side to side
My windshield's blinded, too much fog to see
Sure be taking his advice
With your soul you best not roll the dice
I'm prepared to pay a proper price
Knowin’ full well right, nothin' in this life is free, oh nothin's free
Hey there now Worley! Fixin’ up the world, so charismatic
You're my soul mechanic
Hey there now Worley! Fixin’ up the world, so charismatic
You're my soul mechanic
I'll be good to go... down any windy road
Shed your heavy load... trusted tread’ll take ya' home
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9. |
As I Set Sail
03:58
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And it all feels so fine, making plans and wasting time
But it wasn’t always that way
And we’ve come so damn far from where we were to where we are
We could spend a million lifetimes in a day
We found love and we grew from who we were when it was new
We could have been ships passing in the night
Can’t you see I would stand on the rockiest of sand
And endure the waves until your morning’s light
(Chorus)
And the world is whirlin’ round
But it doesn’t make a sound
As I set sail into your eyes
Oh lilac, I will lie with you pressed against my side
And I’ll find solace in your loving arms
And the world is whirlin’ round but it doesn’t make a sound
We’ll protect each other from it’s harm
(Chorus)
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10. |
Money On The Wind
08:17
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I’ll put my money on the wind, to make it free some time
Where it’s goin’, where it’s been, no it don’t rely, if my sail’s set high
The money and the grass, it may feel green, but it’s a blue, blue sky
(What if we done it all for money?)
The good abound in the howling sound
Says every flame that’s tame be stoked
Unwind your bind, spread the love around
So that dormant flame may be awoke
Don’t hold your breath on the wind, to choose a side
No matter the color of your skin, your kin, or the flag you fly
got it’s own pride
You may not choose your wave, but you can guide your ride
Step inside, be part of the show
It ain’t only where the lights do glow
Clap in time, on the two and four
Feel the wind blow to the back row
I’m puttin’ my dime on time, to not give a damn
Don’t matter how much is yours or mine,
it’s how you embrace this land and strongly stand
Every breath and every step, should be the same for every man
The good abound in the howling sound
Says every flame that’s tame be stoked
Unwind your bind, spread the love around
So that dormant flame may be awoke
A ship comes with tattered sails
It’s men are weary but with mighty tales
Of triumph and tears, but love never fails…
I wave my hand and the wind might blow,
A wild world goin’ toe to toe
We’re spinnin’ ‘round like a merry-go,
We’ll sing our song wherever we may go
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The Knotty G's Asheville, North Carolina
Chuck Knott and "Jill with a G" formed the funky and fun-loving group known as The Knotty G's. Established in Asheville, NC, The Knotty G's travel the country sharing their soul-soaked Americana music and sensibilities.
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